Put on Mud
Wish myself right into spell
How could you know or even tell?
Guess it seems I’m kind of ditzy
Trying to fit in itsy-bitsy
Bikini time and I am vain
And with no pain, there is no gain
I hope work out is not belate
So body I am disengaged
I’m floating in my own enrage
The stress on muscles shape my bod
Though I am weak – just as a clod
To look in mirror at a glance
I wonder what part’s been enhanced
Maybe arms or maybe legs
Yet my middle – it just begs!
I’m strong as ox, but weak as ass
I work in vain to be a lass
Can’t change the size of bones or blood
So on my face, I put on mud!
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